When Sorrows Come

Sometimes I think being May must be deeply confusing. And then I remember that being me is deeply confusing, and amend that to “being a person” is deeply confusing, and move on.

I wasn’t looking to make myself angry. I was trying to triangulate how angry I should be. There’s a difference. Honest, there’s a difference.

Faerie’s relationship to physics is often casual at best, and sometimes it consists of Faerie promising to call when physics knows it never will.

If monarchs are that much against being overthrown, they shouldn’t do things that would make it seem like a good idea.

The rot at the root isn’t the revolution, it’s the ruler who refuses to resign. King-breaking is a symptom of sickness, not the cause.

Yenay stepped forward, the precious ledger clutched to her chest like a teddy bear. “Please don’t get blood on the books,” she said, in a gasp. “They don’t deserve that.

Are you okay?” he asked, in a small voice. “I don’t know,” I said. “Apparently, my entire family has been conspiring to abduct me to Canada because I can’t be trusted to know the date of my own damn wedding. So I’m feeling a little left out and a little disrespected and a lot like I need to go lie down in my bed or stand in a hot shower until I stop wanting to stab you all.” “We don’t heal the way you do,” said Dean. “Hence the restraint,” I said, through gritted teeth.

Sometimes surrounding myself with teenagers feels like a questionable life choice.

What's the point of having an enchanted wedding dress if you can't use it as an infinite rose generator?

Congratulations on the occasion of your marriage, and may the blessings piled upon your house be so vast the roof is in danger of collapse before you can get the wedding party to safety.

I know how your head works. When something seems like it’s too good for you, you run away from it as fast as you can.

I was grateful for Tybalt’s intervention, even as I lightly resented the need for it.

Yes, but where’s the fun in talking like normal people?” asked Aethlin. “Half the time I’m a King of Faerie. The other half, I’m standing in line at Tim Hortons and some asshole in a hockey uniform has just taken the last sour cream glazed. We have to wallow in the aesthetic when we get the chance.

More, is there anyone in Faerie who doesn’t need therapy?

The majority of fae, if asked to label themselves by modern human terms, will go with “bisexual,” because the gender of their partners matters a lot less than the fact that everyone is there to have a good time. With shapeshifters and transformation magic and people who are literally trees for half the year running around, even “gender” can get a little bit vague and is rarely discussed outside of private conversations.

Being basically impossible to kill, no matter how hard you try, is a gift of mine. I’ve drowned, been stabbed, bled to death, and—my personal favorite—fallen from such a great height that impact with the ground broke every bone in my body. And every time, I’ve gotten better.

King Shallcross’s men had attempted to shoot us all to death. They’d mostly failed, succeeding only in shooting us to severe annoyance.

lurching from crisis to crisis like some sort of wind-up disaster mannequin—

Keeping my language from turning unintentionally cruel is more and more difficult as I get older and learn how many ways there are to hurt people unintentionally.

Oddly, that helps me sleep during the day. Knowing I made my own bed makes it easier to lie in it.

I wouldn’t have placed my bet on today. And that’s okay. We live in stories, but we’re not stories, and sometimes the best endings are the ones no one sees coming.

That was all I ever wanted from her, or from anyone, really. For them to see that I was hurting myself on their behalf, and not let them pretend they had no part in it.

Don’t be sarcastic,” I said, elbowing him lightly in the side. “I know it’s your primary means of communication, but that doesn’t make it appropriate right now.

He wasn’t used to this sort of thing, not having been around long enough to become acclimated to the level of casual chaos that the rest of us live with on a daily basis.

I spent enough time very bitter indeed to understand that clinging to joy when I find it is the most essential thing in the world.

I just got up. Breakfast, then horrifying drama.” Always horrifying drama. In this house, horrifying drama is never a sometimes food.

it’s that everyone matters. The alternative is a world where no one matters, and since I know that isn’t true, “everyone” is the only option we have left.

Everyone has their own idea of what makes a happy ending.